generationlost: (Consider that the strings attached)
Ranboo - The Hero (GENERATION LOSS) ([personal profile] generationlost) wrote2023-06-10 09:43 pm

it's the little things add up, puppet boy



Everything is so silent.

Not really, of course, not entirely; if Ranboo were to focus, they could pick out the distant sound of sirens, the shuffling feet of an army as they approach, too many signs that they should keep moving, that this place is not safe. Yet from the moment they entered the room-- the set-- those sounds seem far away as if on another planet, the world coming to a stop, stilling entirely as they stop to process what lay in front of them.

The cabin.

Not "a cabin." Not a cabin in any capacity outside of name-- the rooms laid out flat and shallow like the chambers of a dollhouse, no roof, no fourth wall. A row of cameras and lights, now abandoned, sit, idle, prepared to capture whatever performance would be put on there. Yet Ranboo remembers this as being the cabin, the cabin where he now recalls beginning this particular round of his existence, the cabin where he first encountered Charlie. The disconnect between what they now see, the reality laid bare, and the almost dreamlike memory of what this place once seemed sends their mind into a kind of gridlock, thoughts piling on top of thoughts so that they all lock into place and cease moving, the breath freezing in their chest without them realizing it until they got dizzy from it.

It's painful. The pain wraps around his chest and sits heavily there, spreading cold tendrils into his brain to paralyze it, his breath shaking when he finally does remember to breathe.

He doesn't speak. He simply stares, almost as if unable to do anything else, as if somehow this is the final, damning evidence of what's been done to him, of just how far gone he truly is.


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